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Looking for my place on assembly lines |
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Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes |
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Skeleton boys hyped up in purple |
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Smoke rings blow from across the disco |
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Bank notes, burn like broken equipment |
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Looking for shelter via juxtaposition |
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Thought control, those written confessions |
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Two dimensions, dumb your head down |
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Duck, don't look now, company missiles |
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Power is raunchy when the cops are watching |
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Make your dreams out of paper mache |
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Clinched wasted hate taste-tested |
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Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing |
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(Please enjoy) |
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Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs |
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Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates |
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(Please enjoy) |
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Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct |
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Stretched to the limit, attention spared |
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Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks |
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Noise response, applause and handclaps |
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Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow |
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Makin' points on the verge of pointless |
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Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare |
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Look for the common, not superficial |
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Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis |
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Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles |
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With magic markers running out of their ink |
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Lives and White Out, turn the lights out |
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Fax machine anthems; get your damned hands up |
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Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing |
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(Please enjoy) |
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Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs |
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Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates |
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(Please enjoy) |
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Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct |
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(Hi. Yeah, that's it |
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Let me see |
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Yea, that's it |
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Let me see |
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Yea, that's it |
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Hi) |
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Let me see, Yeah, that's it |
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Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it |
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Yes. |
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Hi. |
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(I like your bass. |
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Your beat is nice. |
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Yeah, that's it. |
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Yes. Yes.) |
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Hell yes. |
